Whitefish River When the thunder calls for me

She jumped at the sound of his voice, eyes briefly widening as they moved from her shoulder to the large stranger at the edge of the water. She opened her mouth to speak but then froze, unsure how even to answer. She was the furthest thing from okay, and she wasn't even sure she could do anything about it. She had ruined her place on the mountain that had been her home since winter, and now she was pregnant and alone. Her eyes watered, and she looked back down at her wound, shaking her head after few seconds. She tried again to find something to say, but no words came. Nothing she thought of seemed to encompass exactly how much she was not okay. 

I just need to get this clean and then find something to keep it from getting infected, she finally said as she limped from the water, deciding to focus on what she could control. She hurt too much to shake the water from her fur, so she just let it drip down all over the ground. Have you seen any golden flowers nearby? she asked quietly, averting her gaze out of habit.